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Peter
Trower’s poem
“A Wild Girl to Walk the Weathers With” provided inspiration
for the title of this collection of lovers and the weathers
that
try them.
And here is love: trying to portage
the bog of refusal. Here is its rust and
rasp and snare, its tug, its flex, its blows, its frisk, its trumpets
– love driving the getaway car, love forgetting why it came,
love hollering Crazy, crazy, crazy. Here is love shouting
Shut Up Love Me.
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